Grace @FilthyBlueBird – 1sOMG, I have a stalker! What do I do, #BlueBirds?

You’d think a woman using Twitter this regularly for a few years would understand how it all works. I can still see her tweets when she unfollows me. I have to stop and laugh a little.

MovieStar @VaughnAsher – 30s@FilthyBlueBirdWho is this stalker? I will set him straight.
And then the usual happens. Within minutes, there are dozens of @replies. Mostly from her girlfriends on the Dirty Heaven list, the #BlueBirds. But some random stalkerish fans of my own are in there too.

@VaughnAsher is @FilthyBlueBird your GF?

@VaughnAsher if you’re the stalker, you can stalk me any time!

@VaughnAsher who is @FilthyBlueBird? Can I be your blue bird?They get worse from there. Invitations to fuck them. Sit on my face. #SOHF is a code word for that on Twitter. @FilthyBlueBird uses that one a lot. And I’ve got to admit, that’s something I’d like to imagine. More than imagine, actually. I’d like to lick that sweet little pussy until she’s dripping down my chin.

Fuck. I’m horny. I reach for my phone and press Grace’s number in my contacts. She picks up on the first ring.

"What the hell are you doing?" she growls at me.

"You left so suddenly, Grace. I didn’t have a chance to—"

"Get off my Twitter feed, Asher. Now!"

I chuckle. It’s one of those full-of-myself chuckles I do when my power is looming over people. "Now whyever would I do that, Miss Kinsella?"

"Because, Vaughn, I’m just a girl from Denver who has absolutely no interest in signing your contract. It was a fun fling, but it’s over now. So leave me alone and stop stalking me on Twitter! My friends are all going to see—" She’s interrupted by a continuous litany of pinging from my tablet and I admit, at this point in the conversation, I’ve got a hand over my mouth to stop the laughing. She screams on the other end of the line.

I can see why. She just got bombarded with tweets asking about me.

"Oh my God. What do I tell them? What the hell am I going to tell them?" She screams again. "Fuck! Bebe just found out, thanks a lot! I never told her about you, now she’s going to know I was with you on the island."

"So?"

"So? Jesus, have you no sympathy for me at all? She’s my best friend and I lied to her! I fucked a goddamned movie star and I didn’t tell her! How can you—"

"Grace?"

"—be so fucking cold, you jerk!"

"Grace?"

"Oh. My. God. Do you hear that? That’s her now! She’s calling on the other line!"

"Answer it, I’ll wait."

"Answer it? No! I’m—"

"Grace?"

"What?"

"I’ll tell them all it was a lie if…"

"If what?" she growls at me through the phone.

"If you have phone sex with me, right now."

EXCERPT TWO:I take a deep breath.

"Grace?" he asks, a softer tone this time. His breath is heavier, like he’s relaxed. Like he’s jerking off, the cynical person inside me corrects. "I’m ready. I have my hand on my dick and you’re in front of me. What are you doing?"

I take another deep breath and then I swallow. Should I really do this?

"What’re you thinking?" he asks.

"I’m debating," I tell him truthfully. "On whether or not I should cross this line with you."

"So letting me fuck you in a tropical forest on Saint Thomas wasn’t crossing a line with me?"

"It was," I interject. "But that’s different. That was a fantasy fling, this is reality. This is my life, Vaughn. I have a real life and those people on my Twitter feed are friends. You’re playing with my life. You’re…" I shake my head a little. I should not be having this conversation with him. I should not be letting him into my head at all. He’s a fun dream guy in the sex department, but as a real human being, Vaughn Asher is an asshole. I don’t want to go any further in this demented relationship and giving in to his demands right now would be a monumental mistake.

"I’m what?" he asks.

"You’re using me."

"I’m not using you. I think we both had fun on the island. We can both have fun right now."

"You’re forcing me to have phone sex with you."

"I’m not forcing you—Grace, please. If you don’t want to, just hang up and I’ll never call you again. How’s that?"

"But if I do that, you won’t make things right, will you?"

"Oh," he says with a chuckle. "I get it. You want me to force you. You want me to take away your decision in this matter, because you want to do it, you just want to go on pretending you don’t."

I’m silent. Because he’s right. I want it both ways. I want the excitement of what he’s asking—what he’s offering. But I don’t want to take responsibility for choosing to allow him to treat me this way.

EXCERPT THREE

My laptop on the patio table pings a new tweet on my timeline.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 1s@mrinvsman– As you commanded, I’m #BareForYou
My whole day is instantly better. God, this girl just lights me up. I forget the planned tweets and just reply to her.

There is no answer after this request and my heart beats a little faster at the prospect that she does not want to play with me tonight. I want her to play. A few seconds after this private admission, a ping.

Oh, that little bitch. That sneaky, delectable, horny, filthy little bitch. I laugh quietly as I consider the fact that she might have Twitter moves I’ve never even dreamed up yet. I unbutton and unzip my pants and my thick cock springs forward. I fist it, pumping two or three times just to get myself erect, then I scoot back and let the full length of my manhood fall across my flat, muscled stomach. I hold up the phone and snap a pic, sync it to my laptop, and attach it to the tweet.

Master @mrinvsman – 3s@mrsinvsman - #LikeALollipop NOW.

God, what I’d do to her lips around my shaft right now.

Girl @mrsinvsman – 2s@mrinvsman– #TwirlsAndSwirls
Her tweet comes with a picture too. A high angle looking down on her face. Fingertip in her mouth, tip of her tongue seductively touching, lips puckered appropriately, fuck-me eyes at half-mast, and just the slightest hint of her open legs.

Jesus fuck. She is hot. And she is one hundred percent naked. I was almost afraid to let myself believe she’d really be playing along, but she is. She more than is, she’s into it.

J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).

She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.

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